Graduation was last night. We’re officially done with high school. I never planned to walk, but with you not here… Mason was sober for it, surprisingly. Waylon too from what I could tell. There was a party later that night of course, but only Waylon went. Mason and I went on a burn ride instead. Would’ve stayed out all night probably, blasting music with the windows down, smoking our brains out, if Mom didn’t start blowing up my phone demanding where I was. She’s a mess, Iz. We’re all a mess.
